Tuesday, February 22, 2011

So Rush Limbaugh thinks Michelle Obama is fat, which raises the question - what forty-something mothers-of-two is he using as his baseline? We wish we were that fat. But given that she's a whale, Rush Limbaugh has concluded that Michelle Obama is a hypocrite for advancing her anti-obesity/healthy kids initiative. How can an obese woman who allows herself to be caught dining on short ribs possibly be able to offer dietary advice to children? Therefore the whole initiatve should be scrapped, because "Leaders are supposed to lead. If we are supposed to go out and eat nothing, if we are supposed to eat roots, berries and tree bark, show us how."

Wednesday, January 26, 2011

I love it when they call me Big Baby!
Put Your hands in the air
if you are laisez-faire!

We've tried to swear off writing about politics since the mid-terms, but knew that eventually something would drag us back in. Surprisingly it came in the form of a tweet from Rep. Paul Broun of Georgia. Broun, who found the idea of sitting alongside Democrats at the State of the Union too "kissy-kissy" for his tastes, refused to play nice and instead sat in his office pouting and tweeting. We like to imagine him playing with his favorite stuffed tiger, and grousing about how he never gets to have any fun. Our favorite tweet of the night was:

Mr. President, you don't believe in the Constitution. You believe in socialism.

Apparently this digital age Amy Fisher takes her Facebook seriously. Ever had one of those awkward "why haven't you accepted my friend request" conversations? The ones where you say you just don't check Facebook that often but actually you've consigned the person to Friend Limbo (Frimbo)? Ever had your cousin run you down with her van (twice) because she found out some guy accepted you, but rejected her? No? Well, Giselle Penagos has and her cousin Melanie don't play that.

Monday, January 24, 2011

If there is an exhausted, worn out movie trope that needs to be retired from the screenwriters' big book of clichés it is the exhausted, worn out criminal looking to retire. Could it be that Hollywood has a dirty conscience? Do the aging executives and agents who greenlight movies have a weak spot for world weary criminals looking for a new life? Perhaps, perhaps not, but from Heat to The American to The Town, we're starting to wonder where all the mid-career criminals have gone.